Slow and Steady
I give up on the whole getting around to things in draft thing. It's just not gonna happen until the weekends. Blogging at work is just impossible because they're in a "give the girl a lot of work to do" kick and by the time I roll home, it's all about a tank top and shorts on the computer until I collapse into bed. Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially over the hill. The highlights when I pretend to be interesting though:
- If you care, the home soundtrack has changed from grunge and '90s WNEW rock to IDM, drum and bass, and old school R&B. Upgrade or downgrade? The music for the lull period before 2004 v. 3.0.
- The Closet was great. So many things I wanted to buy, but no time to do it. And apparently when I sent out those emails to everyone and said there were no models, I was lying. (And to continue this new obsession I seem to have with asses, this one girl had one that was the most amazing one I've ever seen. It was big and round but like suspended mid-air. So awesome. I need to do my squats to get half of that.) Us girls on the credit card machine were passing the time with our Orange V vodka sample boxes, sipping it straight up like savs. It's so smooth and yummy. And we didn't fuck up a sale because we're professionals. Act like you know.
- I was solo because Fizzie went West for a long weekend (and is now heading back there for good. How sad.) I went out big time last Friday, hitting up that place I've outgrown, followed by a nice stay at 419 (where I got the warm "long time no see" from my boy the bouncer and enjoyed a nice glass of Taylor's 10. Still love that stuff) and dancing my ass off at Francopalooza. I'd forgotten what it's like to be around things but not of it. It felt like old times minus the sheer manic urges that used to propel me. There's a certain energy I used to have when everything was new and I liked to see what adventures I could get into. I feel like mentally I've aged 10 years in the past year or so. I just can't hang like I used to. I'm just tired of the run around and how everything was so fast-paced. I want to run at the slow and steady speed. I've accepted it. It's just more fun to be grounded and with my friends at the end of the day. Life is a lot less interesting, but I can live without the drama.
- Saturday night, I hung with Rissa, the most beautiful girl in the world, newly returned from Brazil. We chilled in Astoria which looks so beautiful to me. There's an energy about that neighborhood I just really like. We'll see how it all pans out. The nightlife can be better -- we went to this club on Broadway that reminded me of Trust plus pool tables. It wasn't the typical Queens nightlife but nothing to write home about for those Manhattanesque drink prices. And I can live without the old men trolling the place. But Brazilian night and no cover was nice.
- The newly returned Fizzie and I went to The Art of Shooting show last night. We love the band and will see them at Lit Saturday night at 9pm(/end subtle plug), but the sound at Rothko was terrible. And we had the worst time finding the bathroom. That's two bad visits to that place. We'll pass on it for future reference. Kelly TAOS and I did a little deja vu by running into each other post-set on the street again. I did my part to connect like minded musicians to each other. After the show, we meant to go to check out Abe's bday extravaganza part 1, but it was past our bedtime.
Fuck I'm boring. I need a bender or something.
Posted by Candicissima at August 18, 2004 11:20 PM